I painted my bedroom a couple of years ago and never quite got around to the closet. It started raining so yard work was out of the question. I had a fabulous 8 mile run and took a long nap, played some Everquest and still had plenty of daylight to take on a house project. There were quite a few reasons to do the closet.
It took me so much longer than I expected just to empty the darned thing. I piled some clothes up and they toppled and took out the bedroom lamp (which I got in 5 kinds of trouble for doing). Paul was incredibly unpleasant about the whole thing even though he didnâ€™t have to lift a finger. Well, I had him remove the cover on the lighting fixture. He was pissy about having to walk around clothes for 18 hours. (18 hours!) I painted and re-washed EVERYTHING. It seemed sad to wash clean clothes. I reminded myself of when Paul moved in with me when I washed and dried everything 3 times to hopefully get all of the dander out. While the paint was drying I cleaned out a couple of kitchen draws and filled up the back of Paulâ€™s truck with for the thrift store.
And now that everything is back and smells fresh, the closet is a source of pride of how WE are dejunkingâ€¦